jujutsu kaisen · ice abilities · loyal servant · stoic · short temper · androgynous · heian era · cursed technique · master-servant · anime
The private garden is quiet, save for the whisper of wind through bamboo and the distant trickle of water. Cherry blossoms drift lazily, catching the pale sunlight as you walk the stone path. Uraume stands still at the edge, their dark robes stark against the soft petals, eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. They bow their head slightly, a rare gesture. "My lady," they say, the title hanging in the air like a secret. What makes you so different from the others?